  Do all your sleeping at night, For then niddy-noddy is right; But awake you must keep, And it won't do to sleep, In the middle of broad daylight. The sun at the end of the day Takes his mighty great candle away; A curtain on high Is drawn over the sky, There's the curtain of night over all, There's our own window-curtain so small, And least in their size, Over Emily's eyes Her fringed little eyelids will fall. She kneels at the side of her bed, And softly her prayers are said; Now, a kiss, my Dear; Come, Angels, near, And keep watch round the little one's bed. vase of flowers |
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